Not Enough
By Kara
Spoilers: Borrowed Time
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The 'I love you's would've stood, but the virus would so be gone by now… Damn the man for hogging all the good storylines.
Summary: Would an hour be enough? Double Drabble for Borrowed Time
One night wasn't too much to ask. It wouldn't be enough. After one night of hot monkey love, even if they were quickies all night long, I wouldn't be able to let go. It would be my death, and I'd die the happiest man on earth. I never gave up until now. But now?
Had we but world enough and time… There would never be enough time for me to love you, Max. These past two years have only been fuel for the fire. Twelve hours would never be enough, because I don't think I'd be able to stop. The gods are jealous, and maybe it's better this way. You deserve eternity. And like Marvell, I won't love at lower rate.
Perfection isn't possible, but maybe it's better that we fucked up our chance. It would never be enough. Nothing would ever be enough. We don't have the power to stop time. Only then would I be able to fulfill every ounce of love, Max. Not even eternity's enough, and it never will be. Someday, we'll have passionate nights of love. But even then…one taste of you, and it will never be enough. Not for what we've been through.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
"To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell
By Kara
Spoilers: Borrowed Time
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The 'I love you's would've stood, but the virus would so be gone by now… Damn the man for hogging all the good storylines.
Summary: Would an hour be enough? Double Drabble for Borrowed Time
One night wasn't too much to ask. It wouldn't be enough. After one night of hot monkey love, even if they were quickies all night long, I wouldn't be able to let go. It would be my death, and I'd die the happiest man on earth. I never gave up until now. But now?
Had we but world enough and time… There would never be enough time for me to love you, Max. These past two years have only been fuel for the fire. Twelve hours would never be enough, because I don't think I'd be able to stop. The gods are jealous, and maybe it's better this way. You deserve eternity. And like Marvell, I won't love at lower rate.
Perfection isn't possible, but maybe it's better that we fucked up our chance. It would never be enough. Nothing would ever be enough. We don't have the power to stop time. Only then would I be able to fulfill every ounce of love, Max. Not even eternity's enough, and it never will be. Someday, we'll have passionate nights of love. But even then…one taste of you, and it will never be enough. Not for what we've been through.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
"To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell